Mo Chuan saw that everyone was looking at the old woman, and knew that this was a very common goddess and Taoist aunt in the countryside.

Or a disciple of the Ma Immortal Family.

Specializes in treating children's fright, exorcising evil spirits, opening yin locks, and watching feng shui...... and so on.

"I got lost in the poor mountains, and I got the guidance of the woodcutter and the old man, and passed by the treasure land. I was lucky enough to learn a few tricks to cure evil spirits, so I might as well let the poor Dao try it first, and it's not too late to apply the gold juice if it doesn't work. ”

Mo Chuan paused, and added: "No money." ”

The subtext of his words is - don't worry about the poor road to grab business, the poor road is just passing by, and he will leave when he is done.

"Okay, okay, Dao Chief, try it quickly?"

"This cub is really evil, and he has a lot of strength!"

The villagers who pressed the crazy boy hurriedly greeted him.

The village goddess glanced at Mo Chuan and didn't squeak.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan approached - but saw the young man, his eyes bloodshot, whimpering and roaring, like a subdued beast, struggling unwillingly.

If you look closely, you can faintly see the remnant soul of a wild boar, struggling in the young man's body.

It has already prevailed.

Is it any wonder that teenagers behave so insanely?

Mo Chuan understood the details, so he raised his hand and pasted several Yu Yi talismans. [Chapter 27]

The talisman was on his upper body, and there was panic and panic pouring into the young man's body.

The remnant soul of the wild boar shone through the sun, and suddenly screamed again and again, and fled from the boy's body in terror.

Mo Chuan's eyes were quick, and a terrifying ghost shot away.

Where can the remnants of such beasts eat the power of the demon receptacle?

The smoke vanished.

The frantically struggling teenager trembled all over, and then collapsed like mud.

"Huh, don't move?"

"Is this cured?"

The village men who were pressing the boy looked shocked when they saw this, and only after making sure that the boy was indeed no longer struggling, did they slowly let go.

At this time, the young man was panting and lying on the ground, his eyes gradually returning to clarity, but his expression was a little sluggish and a little confused.

"Oh, Dao Leader is really good mana!"

"Yes, yes!"

The surrounding villagers were full of praise when they saw this.

"Thank you Immortal for saving your life, I, I kowtow to you."

A swarthy old man with palpitations on his face still lingering walked over and muttered a few stupid words, so excited that he knelt down and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

"I can't do it! I can't help it! It's just a gesture, why should the old man make this big gift, isn't this to break the life of the poor? ”

Mo Chuan hurriedly supported the old man, but didn't let him kneel.

A bitten man looked at Mo Chuan's face and spoke well, and hurriedly covered his purple arm and asked, "Dao Chief, I've been bitten here, is it in the way?" ”

"Out of the way, out of the way"

Mo Chuan waved his hand and looked at the young man lying on the ground with a straight face: "Little brother, do you remember where you went before?" ”

The young man looked at the familiar villagers around him with a confused expression, and only then did he stammer:

"I ...... I haven't been anywhere, I've been in the village. ”

"That's it!"

Mo Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

"Dao Chief, what's going on?" A villager asked curiously.

"Hit the devil!"

"Huh? The ......" the villager looked horrified: "...... Is this an evil in the village? ”

"Don't worry, that evil has been killed by the poor way, and he will not do evil again."

"That's good, that's good!"

The villagers breathed a long sigh of relief when they heard this.

Mo Chuan glanced at the old woman, and a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Beasts and ghosts are not uncommon, after all, the base is there, and the deep mountains and old forests are like a canopy, which also provides shelter.

It is rare to enter the village in broad daylight to take the tricks, which is rare.

Thinking of this, in the gap between going back with the woodcutter to look for firewood, he pretended to ask casually: "Uncle, are there many crazy things in the village?" ”

The woodcutter said: "Say too much, say less or less, there are always one or two times in three or five years." ”

Mo Chuan's heart sank when he heard this.

So regular?

Isn't it the dragon king who sells umbrellas, and there is no sunny day?!

Mo Chuan asked again: "What if you usually encounter it?" ”

The woodcutter said, "What else can I do?" If the local method is not successful, then go to the goddess, and then it will not work...... Hey, what village hasn't had a few nomadic people these days? ”

Mo Chuan's heart sank, and under the side knock, the old woman who said "golden juice" before was the famous goddess in this ten miles and eight towns.

This news made him think about it and stop asking.

When he found firewood and entered the woodcutter's house, he learned that the woodcutter had three sons and two daughters, one of whom died young.

The rest of the children have already started a family and moved out of the house.

Now the woodcutter lives with his wife.

On weekdays, the children will send some food over, and the days are not rich, but so-so.

However, this so-so is only the standard of the mountains. In Mo Chuan's view, the old couple lived very poorly, and the so-called dinner was just a bowl of gruel with five grains, not even vegetables.

Fortunately, Mo Chuan brought a rabbit to add a bit of luxury to the farmer's dinner.

It's just that the old couple is bitter.

It's too tough for rabbit meat!

After dinner, Mo Chuan borrowed a firewood room and slept in clothes.

When the night deepened, he waved his hand, and the lamp grass monk appeared out of thin air, landing on the ground and bowing.

"Dao Ye!"

"Go ahead!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand, he had already instructed the monk to do what he had to do in the sacrificial furnace.

The monk of Dengcao hurriedly drilled through the crack in the door and slipped out.

Mo Chuan had no intention of sleeping, so he simply crossed his knees to cultivate.

As a result, he did not wait for the investigation of the monk Dengcao, but waited for the villagers to knock on the door first.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Old Guotou, have you slept??"

Mo Chuan got up and opened the door, and there were two villagers standing outside the door, and when they saw Mo Chuan, they both looked surprised.

"Immortal Chief, save my daughter-in-law, she, she bumped into evil spirits, got hysteria, and she is already talking nonsense, and she doesn't recognize people!"

A villager wearing thick kudzu narrow sleeves said with a worried expression.

After a little inquiry, I found out that it was a nearby villager.

It turned out that his daughter-in-law had a seizure yesterday afternoon, and the soil law was not cured, so she came to ask the goddess.

As a result, the goddess didn't get better in the middle of the night, and then she remembered the Taoist who passed by in the village.

The two villagers came to invite at night.

While the two villagers explained word by word, the woodcutter also wore a single coat and walked out.

After Mo Chuan listened, he arched his hand at the woodcutter and said:

"Uncle, people's lives are at stake, the poor road will go and take a look, look at this day, it is estimated that he will not come back, the old man still closes the latch, don't wait for the poor road."

After saying that, he left with the two villagers.

The mountain roads are rugged.

By the time we reached our destination, the sky was already white.

At this time, the courtyard of the farmhouse where the accident occurred was already crowded with neighbors, and they stretched out their heads to peep into the house one by one, their expressions frightened and curious.

When they saw Mo Chuan coming, they hurriedly gave way one by one.

When I entered the house, I saw that in the small hall, there were seven or eight old women sitting chatting energetically.

To be precise, it was a middle-aged woman who was talking, and several other old women were listening, and the goddess Mo Chuan had seen during the day was impressively listed.

When Mo Chuan came in, he didn't know what the middle-aged woman said, and some people actually wiped their tears.

“…… I lost my sheep and didn't dare to go home, so I searched for it over and over again in the steamed bun mountain, but I didn't find it until it got dark, and the people got lost...... In a daze, I heard someone snoring! ”

"I thought, who is sleeping in the mountains in the middle of the night? I'll just look for it, I'll look for it......"

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and gestured, her expression stupid, as if she was immersed in some deep memory.

"Immortal chief, this, this is my daughter-in-law."

The rough-sleeved villager pointed to the chattering woman, his eyes worried and frightened.

"Click-"

The middle-aged woman suddenly had a thrill, and everyone in the hall trembled.

Seeing that her facial features were unnaturally slightly distorted, revealing an extremely penetrating look, she looked at Mo Chuan while laughing and crying: "I found ......"

[Thank you for the tips of "Seeing the World in a Fish Tank", "Wang Sanzhi", "Wen Zhichu", and "jotDora"! 】

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